Love Poem #1

Her voice curls

around her words

like a puppy dog’s tail. 

A lone white strand of hair

sticks out of her loose braid 

I don’t think she knows it’s there. 

Pale, round freckles cover her face

like watermarks from a sunshower 

and her head is filled with complaints 

and half-formed dreams. 

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